The Number Won Wale

I don't trust no one
I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, I dont trust no one

*snippet from Seinfeld interview on Larry King Live*

[Verse 1]
When you strive for perfection
Desire get confused and you could lose your direction
I lost my connection with a brethren
Athlete mentality so fuck my competition
Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool
But every time we book, we stay in our green room
Maybe its on me, or brother its on you
Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since June
Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose
I am out of this world and you a man on the moon
I'll meet you in the sky
Look this whole time, we was comin from separate towns to hold down
I figure this where my heart at
This shit has got my soul
I tell them niggas picture me rollin I get the Kodak
If ya'll don't know ya history ya'll should look a lil' closer
I feel like Quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders
They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange
Who you know that's famous and rich and stay the same?
How can niggas blame us, I am not ashamed but
I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look